I Wuz Just Thinking: A Week of Our Lives

The Pirtle Methodist Church, site for the annual Trade’s Day south of Kilgore.

After suffering from a drought that lasted many a month, our prayers for rain were fully answered Friday and Saturday during the Trades Day events.

What a week.  Trips to chiropractor for sciatic nerve problems and horse-liniment to get me through the more “difficult” days of pain.

Gathering fresh pears from former classmate’s tree and baking upside down fresh pear cake for hubby’s 79th birthday.

Baker son, Lee, came over and began building out the porch and ramp to accommodate a mobile chair for his dad.

Trades Day at Pirtle Methodist church, along with rain, rain, and more rain.

Betty Mahurin Baker

After suffering from a drought that lasted many a’ month, our prayers for rain had been uplifted, and were fully answered Friday and Saturday during the Trades Day events. The rain also brought much cooler temperatures.

Lee left for West Texas on Friday to visit his grandchildren while his brother, Jeff, flew in from the Chicago area for a belated birthday with his dad.  Another brother, James, who lives just a couple of blocks over, along with Jeff, completed the chair ramp for Jimmy.

Baker son Jesse, in Arkansas, had surgery on Thursday and was unable to come to Kilgore to be with his dad, so they visited by phone.

His new Hover-round arrived Friday afternoon, and Jim ready to try out the new porch and ramp.

Even though we had plenty of rain, it was still nice to see the ones who bravely ventured out to the Trades Day, especially some former classmates. We were able to catch up with one another’s family lives.

What a week...just one week of our lives….as I wiz just thinking.

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